I turned my gaze back to see who had dared to stop me.
My eyes dimmed when I saw Elsa's father, Mr. Thatcher, striding toward me with a frown on his face.
"Don't tell me you were about to attack my daughter, Alpha." He remarked sternly, his voice not even wavering slightly.
Talk about 'A' for audacity!
I clenched my fists, swerving my body to him. "Fine, Mr. Thatcher, I wouldn't tell you. But I will tell you that your idea of Elsa being my wife is becoming more and more impossible with each passing hour." I uttered.
Elsa's father squinted his eyes but didn't dare say anything else.
It seemed he had noticed the change in my mood and wasn't willing to test it.
Good.
Without sparing him or his daughter another gaze, I walked past him, heading into the mansion to check up on Phoebe.
But by the time I got into the mansion, I was able to get a sense of the atmosphere among the staff members who loitered around.
